Kitty!
Sorry we're the laziest bloggers ever. You'd think living in the same house as a Wimpkilling founder would embiggen the least cromulent of writers, but oh well.
It's slightly less than three weeks until my due date, and Wrennel was a week early, so we're trying to get ready over here. This involves mostly listmaking, followed by procrastinating, and rounded off with cookie dough consumption. Although I have had a burst (bleh. i hate that word, and pretty much any synonym- spurt, pop, gush. UGH) of energy in the last few days, which corresponded exactly with a drop in our bank balance. I think in one day last week I spent more money than I have in a single 24 hr. period since I bought my wedding dress. (which, stupid stupid wedding dress. gah) Anyway, cloth diapers are pricey at first. I comforted myself later by getting Lazlo to work out how much money we've saved doing cloth over 2 years with Wren, and that made me feel better.
I was also comforted by sitting in my new birthday chair. Thank you family and friends who gave me birthday money. You all bought a share in Ecktorp- my new friend from Ikea. You are all welcome to come and lounge in him. (I think he's a he- gender is a confusing thing among the Swedes. If his name were Brita, or Anna-Greta, or even Roger or Furnuft... I would know for sure- but it's not Roger- Dave has Roger-the-chair. And Fornuft is actually "silver"-ware, so I don't know. I'm saying Ecktorp is a man, man.)
Reading through this quickly (I'm in a time-crunch because Dave is doing some blog-messing-around-with) it occurs to me that I sound insane and jumpy and blathery. Which is at least true to life, for hot hot week 30-whatever of pregnancy with a super-helpful toddler who has started pointing to people in the grocery store and yelling "fat tummy!"
Quick Factual Update-
- Baby's Family Reunion in San Diego was awesome. Slightly overrun with kittens, which thrilled Wren, but overall fantastic.
- Arkay took the job in Chicago, so we'll be Churdless in a few short weeks. Wren (along with the rest of the house) will be devastated, and will probably assume that the new baby kicked out her favorite super-jumping roommate. However, upon his move-out, we're taking over his room. MORE SPACE!
- Chet and the Col. had an awesome visit. They were out here while everyone in our house was moving, so that sucks for them, but oh well. They were also here for the BOW CD release, at which Wren danced/ran/frollicked among the downtown LA homeless population and I got to use one of those awesome super-future pay toilets. You may think I'm being ironic, but seriously- it was GREAT. I would go back right now if it weren't for the traffic.
- Next weekend we're joining our church, and the greater worldwide community founded by Menno Simons. I'll be spending my freetime from now on sewing little cambric headcoverings (to hide my SHAME).
- Ramona is flea-bitten, but still lovable, and continues to harass our hateful hateful mailman (who possibly maced her up the nose, although this hasn't been confirmed...)
- Lazlo recently particpated in a marathon. That is a lie. However, post baby, our greater household is going to purchase Wii fitness, and become Diet House 2007. The pounds will come crashing from our bodies like sheets of ice from the earth's poles. Watch in awe.
are you going to have a web cam for diet house 2007?
oh noes! u has me by teh harbls!
I can relate. I get so sick of those comments. My grandma just smiles and says, "No, you'll have your baby on Saturday, 'cause it's a full moon."
As crazy as it sounds, she's usually right.
Other comments that bug are when I am in labor someone guessing how much longer labor will be! No one can gauge that--even with those lovely vaginal exams. So, just zip your lips and let me labor!
Then there are those nosey comments like "Are you going to have more kids?" "Are you going to try for more?" Which always strikes me as someone asking if we are "doing It."
the best, and strangely most common question, is "were you trying?"
do you mean, was i intentionally having sex with my husband in the hopes of procreating? or is this baby a mistake?
that's pretty personal. if you're just trying to make conversation, ask when my due date is.
not that this is really comparable, but i'm getting oh so very tired of people asking me if "there's any good news" or "have you though about baby plans" or "have we thought about having kids yet". why is that really anyone's business? ... maybe i'm overly sensitive, but when borderline strangers are asking me this just because they know i'm married, it kind of makes me want to punch someone. i feel like women just assume that every other woman wants to have a child (i should add that i'm also getting the question from men too). however, just because i'm a woman does not mean that my utereus twinges wistfully when i look at a child...